Drifted [Chapter 2]
School as usual was calm except for the chip chats from different sources, the unmistakable directions to the various classrooms. Something Annah now hated even though it was once useful to her. She could still recall her first day in Lucious Highschool. It had been a cold and clammy season and she had already gotten a huge chunk of the snow before she could locate her classroom. She remembered parking her car across the parking lot, a small conspicuous area, the only free space she had seen. One she had now grown to love and maintain.
She had gotten lost a few miles away from the parking lot. The piece of paper bearing the scribbles of what one could call a direction led her nowhere. The noise from the classroom, the typical noise she has now come to master, the one she could now hear as she approached her classroom had been her saving grace.
She smiled as she walked into the classroom. The noise had been of help then but she sure couldn’t say same right now. She needed serenity at all cost.
Slumping to her seat, she tried to distract herself. Grabbing her camera she scrolled through her latest shots. For someone in an emotional instability, one with no passion or love for the images being captured, the pictures were awesome. She felt herself smile genuinely for the first time that morning.
Her thoughts immediately transcedented through the early morning drama, her immediate uncomfortable environment to her new found love -photography. She was soon engrossed in how marvelous it will be to embark on a trip for the sole purpose of photography. An opportunity to not only travel around the world but to also take life changing pictures, ones whose memories will keep her smiling for a really long time.
“Miss Annah, let’s hear from you. What do you think about his answer?” Came Miss Everson, Annah’s Biology teacher.
There was no reply.
“Miss Annah, let’s hear from you”
Again, no response.
“Annabelle! She screamed, bounding on the chair in front of her”.
Annah was startled, her camera almost fell off her hands.
“Yes ma… I mean miss Everson” she stammered, trying to wrap her hands around what was going on. She was totally at loss at what was being discussed. She hadn’t even noticed the teacher walk into the class.
“Your answer, we are still waiting”. Miss Everson maintained, not ready to let her off the hook. She was malignant for asking people questions at the particular moments, the tiniest bit of seconds when she finds them distracted.
Annah starred, unable to say a word. “Please could you repeat the question?” She managed to ask. The entire class burst into euphoria. The laughter was and has always been the only positive attribute Annah has ever attached to this particular miss Everson’s method of teaching. It had always been an act that put smiles on her face.
She kept her gaze to the floor, overwhelmed by the embarrassment she now felt. She was shocked at how different it felt to walk on this pair of shoes, the victim of the circumstance.
“Enough of the laughter”, miss Everson screamed. Sirenity was immediately restored in the class.
“Take your seat Annah”, she gesticulated and immediately added: eyes on the board people, the next scape goat won’t be let off the hook this easily.
The rest of the day’s activities were soon concluded and everyone found their way home.
Annah sighed as she approached her car. It had been a bad day right from the outset. The last thing on her mind was to go back to that toxic house of hers. She longed for a breath of fresh air.
She sat in her car and observed as people walked bye. Some in pairs some individually while others rushed for the school bus.
Everyone looked so happy, so eager to go back home. Some others were happy in company of friends, a feeling she wasn’t sure she would ever experience.
Sadness overtook her, she could feel her emotions rise as fraustration piled up, heading for its epic.
Without any thought, she turned on her ignition and zoomed off the premises. She drove from street to street with no destination in mind, at every point searching for a beautiful area, any glamorous place at all. She was in dare need of distraction, a good distraction.
Her camera was at this point seated at the passengers seat in front. A good position for easy reach. She intermittently took snapshots of any beautiful structure she saw as she drove past.
It was almost twilight when she came across a beautiful restaurant “Roses inn”. Something about the name and the beautiful decoration was welcoming to her. It awakened something in her. She wasn’t sure what it was but she felt like she belonged there.
She took some quick shots of the structure and made her way in. The worms in her belly seemed to have awoken the moment they sighted the restaurant. A good reminder that she had eaten just breakfast in twelve hours.
The aromer from the food was enough to get her salivating. She immediately placed her order and patiently waited to be served.
The restaurant was simple but nice. The decoration, enough to awaken a dead appetite.
There was something else perculiar to Roses inn. Something different about it. Something beyond the food and the aesthetics.
She intermittently stole glances around as she rushed her food. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until she had started eating. The large portion of chicken perpper soup she had initially thought she wouldn’t finish was soon gone, leaving her starring at the empty plate infront of her.
She took another look around Roses inn and there it was! Everyone in there seemed familiar with each other. They seemed to be from the same neighborhood, like a typical country inn.
Now it was beginning to make sense, the stares she had gotten when she walked in.
She immediately paid for the food and rushed out. She wasn’t willing to get too comfortable in this beautiful place. She didn’t want their happiness to rub off on her only to return home to “her world”.
She drove home quietly, her mind moving from one thought to another. She had lived in Beverly hills for over two years yet, has never heard of not to mention seeing Roses in!